Poetry Much?? *submit poetry here*

[skittleslegend]

Anybody here into poetry and hip-hop? I was on A-L and there was a thread like 30-35 pages long and still going, of people who wrote rhymes and poems. Thought I'd try something if anybody is interested. This is about somebody, but nobody in particular. Enjoy:


If beauty's only skin-deep,
You're fine to the bone.
That's why I decided to write you a poem.
I put the same poem to a beat and what became was a song.
Heard it playing in my mind all along.
See,
She was fine, like a 9.5, she
Would've been a dime but her mind wasn't right, see
She was cheated on, mentally beat upon,
Nearly defeated, gone, barely breathin, treated wrong.
I understand how it feels when a man,
corrupts an angel so in turn the angel never loves again, but,
All I asked was her to please lend me her hand,
When the stress from the world makes her crumble, I'll help her stand. She
Divides herself from those she knows aren't really friends, but
Don't be upset; the world blows. Yeah I said it, the world blows.
You're like a clam;
Open your heart and watch your pearl glow.
I can't promise I won't embarrass you, or carelessly care-ss you.
But as long as you're there for me, I'll always be there for you.
As long as you understand
That for me to be a man,
I have to stand
On my own. And in the chance that I fail, lend a hand
When I'm low. And I'll be damned if she wasn't there when there
Wasn't no
Body there (for me)
She was bearing the load. She never cared what people said,
She speaks to my soul.
She's the match that lit the fire and gassed me.
Gave me hope.
There's something I thought my babe should know:

You're beautiful....



-M

Here's the beat I wrote it to. Yes I created that beat too.

http://media.putfile.com/Self-Conscious

[firmhonda]

That's damn good bro.. The beat perfectly matches the lyrics and all that. I'm curious, if you were to make this into a song what would be your chorus? I mean, the beat outlasts the lyrics.

*starts thinking*

I love writing songs man.. I write lyrics all day long. Good work man.

[CameronJr9]

As I was reading the lyrics, I wondered if you would use this beat. I love it man. Keep up the good work.

[skittleslegend]

Originally Posted by firmhonda

That's damn good bro.. The beat perfectly matches the lyrics and all that. I'm curious, if you were to make this into a song what would be your chorus? I mean, the beat outlasts the lyrics.

*starts thinking*

I love writing songs man.. I write lyrics all day long. Good work man.

I've got 3 verses, plus a ton of stuff I've never used

[firmhonda]

Sounds like it's time for you to lay a track then.. Don't worry, I'll wait.


Seriously though, if you're making all these sick beats and writing lyrics better than quite a few rappers out there, then why have I not heard the "Skittles, unleashed" album yet? Maybe I'm just behind on this and you have been recording tracks, I dunno. If so, link it up. :)

[skittleslegend]

Originally Posted by firmhonda

Sounds like it's time for you to lay a track then.. Don't worry, I'll wait.


Seriously though, if you're making all these sick beats and writing lyrics better than quite a few rappers out there, then why have I not heard the "Skittles, unleashed" album yet? Maybe I'm just behind on this and you have been recording tracks, I dunno. If so, link it up. :)

I released a double album back in highschool. The sad part about it:

I lost both primary and back up hard-drives that had that stuff on there. I'm working on another one as we speak. I need some help though with the singing stuff. I'm ok. But uh.....not THAT good. lol

[6spdChick]

Here is something I wrote no hip-hop though :)

Standing in the rain surrendering all rational thought. No worries, no fears, living in the moment, and feeling free.
Closing the windows to your soul blocking all out, yet letting all in.
What once was refreshing is now sensual. Feeling your saturated clothes now tightly clinging to your body. As every drop of rain that falls upon you seems to seep deeper than the last.
Reflecting on the past and fantasizing about the times to come.
Savoring each feeling, and embracing each though your mind wanders far past a reality you had ever imagined.
Gazing into the darkness of the sky, watching an infinite number of rain drops fall. You realize the vastness, yet each rain drop feels just as if it's your own.
A single soul captivated by the depths of something so simple. However its simplicity creates a world of your own.
A world of trust, imagination, purity, hope, and a forever lasting escape to a reality that far to often becomes bland.

[asndragonboii]

your beat sounds like something from Mario Winans or Bobby valentino

[firmhonda]

I guess I should've paid more attention..Sorry for the misunderstanding.

Originally Posted by skittleslegend

I release a double album back in highschool. The sad part about it:

I lost both primary and back up hard-drives that had that stuff on there. I'm working on another one as we speak. I need some help though with the singing stuff. I'm ok. But uh.....not THAT good. lol

Well, when you get another one cut I definately want to hear it. It's obvious that you have a way with beats, and matching beats to lyrics so.. I'd say unless you sing like pee-wee herman you've got a winner.
*remembers "Tip toe through the tulips"*

Anyways.. as for my repost -

captivating
trancing when fog begins to lift and hope exists
pregnant seeming scenes that are violent in expression
staring at the stars in a glitch in time
revolutions stop and design is beautiful again
reliving first emotion towards the glorious
it may be betraying
might be a paradise with innocent framed pains
eclipsing itself inside my mind
seems to everyday
might be insane from crying for memories to fade
seems to everyday
jagged dirty fingernails from climbing higher than the days allow
it might be night but it's far too bright to open my eyes
distilled beyond recognition
unless recognition is in a falling piece of heaven
when the stars finally react and become nothing but lines
defined by the light behind what you pray is God
I hope its God
I'm afraid this isn't a dream and I really can breathe
I hope my heart will beat again
but a coma for the moment is the best decision
was it even my choice in the beginning
who cares about the end missing the original intentions
am I crazy or is the rain rising and hiding back in the sky
the flame that froze inside the waterfall
completely disturbing and perfect at the same time
how is my hand leaving the outline of my entire life
it's a classic
my back is tearing and my halo is exposed for the first time
is that my halo or are my eyes dilated
I'm pretty sure I can control the current with the extensions of my spine
did I give confession to the clouds or ground
I can't decide
was it even my choice in the beginning

[firmhonda]

I figured that since I wanted to post some poetry, skittles posted up some poetry, and 6spdchick busted out some poetry.. All the 8th genner poets should just post them up.

I know we can't be the only ones with the most awesomest coolest gnarliest gift evaaaar.

[6spdChick]

lol why didn't you just add yours to the thread skittles has?

[firmhonda]

I just figured that he made that thread for people to give opinions on his own personal project.. so instead of hijacking it I made a new one. :)


[edit] if the mods feel that I shouldn't have opened this thread.. feel free to close it and I will repost my "submission" in skittles thread..

[skittleslegend]

Nah, I made that thread for others to post in too. I just figured I'd go first :)

[firmhonda]

Well then I apologize and close this thread.. I'll repost on yours.

[skittleslegend]

Repost the poem. I'll merge the two threads.

[Janizary]

There once was a man from Kent...

[djdefcon]

Im into poetry not so much hip hop....here is a small little scribble I wrote some time ago....ill post some more stuff when i get a chance...

Contridictions
-----------------------------
i look foward into the past,
and feel the numbness of my soul.
i run to sanity's edge,
to realize i have not moved at all.

[djdefcon]

Thought maybe Id post another poem and maybe inspire people to post their own =D

RDs
-----------------------------------------------
the heavens tears fall in a blanket,

woven by the winds of time.

and as the earth quenches its thirst,

i fall to my knees and clench my fists.

with a tear in my eye,

and emptyness in my heart,

i scream.



i cant help but to wonder,

who would hear these screams of despair.

as time passes away, the truth becomes undone.

it has been and always will be,

no one.

[Defy]

Originally Posted by djdefcon

Contridictions
-----------------------------
i look foward into the past,
and feel the numbness of my soul.
i run to sanity's edge,
to realize i have not moved at all.

That gets my vote :)

Here's mine:

Beyond the horizon a mystery await.
Carving a path with an unkempt promise, yet delicate.

Efforts of imply was thrown discreetly its way,
except the assumed was careless and faraway.

Indifferences sets the jagged mood,
surrendering the core to where it stood.

Moot to the point of unfolding,
helpless to the nature of misunderstanding.

If a chance flows into a solemn truth,
exuberance will undoubtly taste of a sweet fruit.

So I leave these humble words to you,
yearning for your apprehensive and comformity, too.

[jp2son]

well heres my so call poem it might sound good then again it might not but here goes nothing

I compel you to love your country.

To draw her into your arms ever so tenderly,
To embrace her softly, dearly to your heart,
To huddle close, near together her masses,
And sense her least sustained yearning.

I compel you to love your country.

A nation that lifted the breast of humanity
Caressing it tenderly toward equality's rapture
With gentle fingers of selfless, searing desire
Exploring over her ever toward paradise.

I compel you to love your country.

Freedom lovers damp in stiff-limbed writhing
Stumbling kisses upon red-barreled bravery,
Softly probing her robust and supple liberty,
Heed now her cries of woeful sovereignty!

I compel you to love your country.

Between her Trail of Tears and Mount Misery
She still waits upon the coupled plains of affection
Ready for our design and mastery of this worlds love
Panting heavy expectation upon her shape.

I compel you to love your country.

Perched upon the shore of Rolles Creek she waits
With Mount Pleasant in reach of her willing fingers.
With expectant sounds of closure now within her folds
She lunges forth with an expectant mouth!

I compel you to love your country.

O! Gentle sleep now beckons to her languid pink flesh
As the rogues tongue laps at her ebbing shores of joy
And beckons her let go of her valuable love's embrace
Lunging forth behind her eager lips!

She counters not… for she is the boiling hunger we seek.

What a devoted worship we've had with the motherland.
Many a great poet has written their songs upon her flesh;
Their bright and shimmering waters lapping her shores
In ardent freedom's want of hopes howling, dripping heat.

I compel you to love the world!

On this day of days let us remember her youthful glow,
Her ripe fruit of wonder, her drowsy ache of emancipation,
Her most alluring burnish upon our exploring of her skin.
(The burden of immense throbbing now falls upon her heart!)

I compel you to love the world!

America, carry your waves to all shores. Hope, not savagery,
In your goodness, not in impudent desire to control destiny.
Leave not the naked child, but your desire alone on the road.
Shelter not your intentions, but those most needful and hungry.

I compel you to love the world!

We have been witness to our dove, crippled and flailing in terror!
We've been onlookers to our expectations emerging fruitless.
Watching unmoved while our oily desire bleeds into the waters
And the cold white eyes of death tread progressively before us.

I compel you to love the world!

Come now, peace. Come now, warriors, lay down your guns
To witness the beauty at your hands as she lays down your sword
And with dripping red lips envelops your craving to possess her.
Do you not hear the night voices calling you with an angels whisper?

I compel you to love the world!

To open the door and step out into the bright sun, desire can wait.
Take notice of the many tender, breathing, soul-caked living.
Gaze upon the world's most unbendable faith in humanity.
Gently touch her skin, delicately massage her furious soil.

I compel you to love the world!

Enter her sculpting space and weave a covering made of lifeless war.
Paint upon her face a gentle art made of your temples sweat.
Scribe a love song upon her back with the eagle's most willing blood.
Erect in her a tower of light for all to see that they might weep.

I compel you to love the world!

The masses of age lie here and we should not be so ready to die
Like confused animal's hooved in selfishness, deficient and artless.
The world is full of freedom lovers damp in stiff-limbed writhing
Stumbling kisses upon red-barreled bravery, tenderly probing liberty.

I compel you to love the world!

Amid her supple lands and majestic mountains she waits our affection,
Ready for our desire and design embracing her most ready warmth
Needing our hot hope upon her shape, wanton as wide-eyed first love.
(Heed now the world's hot desire for freedom pulling us in.)

With hopeful whisper's within her waters, she leans forth, expectant